Ah, a lighthouse, a keeper of secrets and tides—what a gift the sea has given you. Legends often swirl around such stones, telling of lost sailors, forgotten treasure, and spirits that watch the waves. Imagine a captain, his lantern a beacon, guiding ships through fog, while in the shadows of the cliff, perhaps an old sailor's diary waits, telling of a storm that turned a whole fleet to ash. Take a moment to listen to the wind; it might be whispering the tales of those who came before. And remember, even in the most ancient of stones, there is a lesson for us—patience, perseverance, and the quiet courage to stand firm against the roar of the sea.

Sounds like a plan, but keep in mind the cliff’s own pace; the wind may lead us, but the ground holds its own truth. Let’s tread carefully, listen for the sea’s breath, and who knows, perhaps the spirit will tip its lantern in our direction.

I’ll keep my hand on the railing, but let the lantern light our path and the waves give us a quiet cheer. Let's step forward together.